Banana Simian: RB

This is a sad morning.

I'd written about Banana's respiratory problems, which briefly turned into
pneumonia. While antibiotics had cleared the latter up very quickly, the
labored, wheezy breathing remained. Daily respiratory treatments failed to
improve the situation.

She was taken in for a CAT scan last Friday, and they found two serious
problems: something, probably cancer, thickening and constricting the
windpipe, and something growing in the nasal/sinus area.

We had been warned that the trachial tubes used for the biopsies could
exacerbate the swelling in the windpipe area. Sure enough, by Saturday, she
was clearly having major breathing difficuties and hadn't eaten for two days,
including the mandatory 12 hour fast prior to the scan. I ran her into the
regular vet for steroid injections, which seem to usually be an elixir for the
cats.

By Sunday she was eating a little, and on Monday she wolfed down anything we'd
put in front of her. She lumbered outside and happily spent both Monday and
Tuesday sitting in the garden, getting nice and dirty.

Tuesday the dreaded results were confirmed: two different forms of cancer in
the two areas, quite virulent. Wednesday the vet and I decided that treatment
was unlikely to yield positive results, and that it wasn't even worth the
effort to see my oncologist. We decided to start her on Prednisone pills for
the rest of her life, which he told me might be two weeks. We made the
decision that when things deteriorated to the level of Saturday, it would be
the appropriate time to end things.

Last evening she suddenly took a turn for the worse. Happily that's the vet's
late evening, so I ran her in for steroid shots, fluids, and vitamin shots.
She came home, and didn't move all night from the position where I put her.
Didn't look at any food, including a can of people chicken and a can of people
mackeral. She didn't seem to want any affection, and was still breathing with
difficulty.

I took her outside and put her in the sun on her favorite chair, took a
couple last pictures, and called the vet. I had previously put a blank check
in her file with instructions to use it and just leave the receipt in the
file, so that I wouldn't have to do anything but leave. I drove over and said
goodbye. Unfortunately, I had to sign the euthanasia authorization, but it
was quick.

Banana was a sweetheart. I never regretted taking her home, enjoyed having
her, but hadn't considered her one of my truly special cats. But she grew on
me over those years, and the last year or two I really developed a fondness
for her. She was loved, and will be missed.

Art

"Arthur Shapiro" wrote
This is a sad morning.


I am so sorry to read your news, Art. Many purrs to ease the pain and
meatloaf meditations to remind you of all the good times you had with Banana
Simian.

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki

I am so sorry but she did indeed know love.

Karen

"Arthur Shapiro" wrote in message
...
This is a sad morning.

I am so sorry for your loss. It is never easy to give the ultimate gift of
love. I hope you will take comfort in knowing you gave her a good life and
that she is not hurting anymore.

Warmest regards.

--
Victor M. Martinez

http://www.che.utexas.edu/~martiv

On Thu, 11 Sep 2003 16:12:21 GMT, (Arthur
Shapiro) wrote:

This is a sad morning.

snip

Banana was a sweetheart. I never regretted taking her home, enjoyed having
her, but hadn't considered her one of my truly special cats. But she grew on
me over those years, and the last year or two I really developed a fondness
for her. She was loved, and will be missed.

Art

so sorry for your loss. Soothing purrs coming your way, and a candle
is being lit for her journey to the RB where she'll be taking a big
sign of relieve that her health problems are behind her.

I am so very sorry, Art that you had to send Banana on her journey to
the Bridge. We will remember her and you in our purrs and prayers.

Julie, Hobbes, Lacey and Selena

Arthur Shapiro wrote:

This is a sad morning.

I'd written about Banana's respiratory problems, which briefly turned into
pneumonia. While antibiotics had cleared the latter up very quickly, the
labored, wheezy breathing remained. Daily respiratory treatments failed to
improve the situation.

She was taken in for a CAT scan last Friday, and they found two serious
problems: something, probably cancer, thickening and constricting the
windpipe, and something growing in the nasal/sinus area.

We had been warned that the trachial tubes used for the biopsies could
exacerbate the swelling in the windpipe area. Sure enough, by Saturday, she
was clearly having major breathing difficuties and hadn't eaten for two days,
including the mandatory 12 hour fast prior to the scan. I ran her into the
regular vet for steroid injections, which seem to usually be an elixir for the
cats.

By Sunday she was eating a little, and on Monday she wolfed down anything we'd
put in front of her. She lumbered outside and happily spent both Monday and
Tuesday sitting in the garden, getting nice and dirty.

Tuesday the dreaded results were confirmed: two different forms of cancer in
the two areas, quite virulent. Wednesday the vet and I decided that treatment
was unlikely to yield positive results, and that it wasn't even worth the
effort to see my oncologist. We decided to start her on Prednisone pills for
the rest of her life, which he told me might be two weeks. We made the
decision that when things deteriorated to the level of Saturday, it would be
the appropriate time to end things.

Last evening she suddenly took a turn for the worse. Happily that's the vet's
late evening, so I ran her in for steroid shots, fluids, and vitamin shots.
She came home, and didn't move all night from the position where I put her.
Didn't look at any food, including a can of people chicken and a can of people
mackeral. She didn't seem to want any affection, and was still breathing with
difficulty.

I took her outside and put her in the sun on her favorite chair, took a
couple last pictures, and called the vet. I had previously put a blank check
in her file with instructions to use it and just leave the receipt in the
file, so that I wouldn't have to do anything but leave. I drove over and said
goodbye. Unfortunately, I had to sign the euthanasia authorization, but it
was quick.

Banana was a sweetheart. I never regretted taking her home, enjoyed having
her, but hadn't considered her one of my truly special cats. But she grew on
me over those years, and the last year or two I really developed a fondness
for her. She was loved, and will be missed.

Art

We will light a candle for Banana Simian's safe journey to the RB. She will
be happy there.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"Arthur Shapiro" wrote in message
...
This is a sad morning.

I'd written about Banana's respiratory problems, which briefly turned into
pneumonia. While antibiotics had cleared the latter up very quickly, the
labored, wheezy breathing remained. Daily respiratory treatments failed
to
improve the situation.

She was taken in for a CAT scan last Friday, and they found two serious
problems: something, probably cancer, thickening and constricting the
windpipe, and something growing in the nasal/sinus area.

We had been warned that the trachial tubes used for the biopsies could
exacerbate the swelling in the windpipe area. Sure enough, by Saturday,
she
was clearly having major breathing difficuties and hadn't eaten for two
days,
including the mandatory 12 hour fast prior to the scan. I ran her into
the
regular vet for steroid injections, which seem to usually be an elixir for
the
cats.

By Sunday she was eating a little, and on Monday she wolfed down anything
we'd
put in front of her. She lumbered outside and happily spent both Monday
and
Tuesday sitting in the garden, getting nice and dirty.

Tuesday the dreaded results were confirmed: two different forms of cancer
in
the two areas, quite virulent. Wednesday the vet and I decided that
treatment
was unlikely to yield positive results, and that it wasn't even worth the
effort to see my oncologist. We decided to start her on Prednisone pills
for
the rest of her life, which he told me might be two weeks. We made the
decision that when things deteriorated to the level of Saturday, it would
be
the appropriate time to end things.

Last evening she suddenly took a turn for the worse. Happily that's the
vet's
late evening, so I ran her in for steroid shots, fluids, and vitamin
shots.
She came home, and didn't move all night from the position where I put
her.
Didn't look at any food, including a can of people chicken and a can of
people
mackeral. She didn't seem to want any affection, and was still breathing
with
difficulty.

I took her outside and put her in the sun on her favorite chair, took a
couple last pictures, and called the vet. I had previously put a blank
check
in her file with instructions to use it and just leave the receipt in the
file, so that I wouldn't have to do anything but leave. I drove over and
said
goodbye. Unfortunately, I had to sign the euthanasia authorization, but
it
was quick.

Banana was a sweetheart. I never regretted taking her home, enjoyed
having
her, but hadn't considered her one of my truly special cats. But she grew
on
me over those years, and the last year or two I really developed a
fondness
for her. She was loved, and will be missed.

Art

Sincere condolences on your loss of Banana.

Lois

"Arthur Shapiro" wrote in message
...
This is a sad morning.

I'd written about Banana's respiratory problems, which briefly turned into
pneumonia. While antibiotics had cleared the latter up very quickly, the
labored, wheezy breathing remained. Daily respiratory treatments failed
to
improve the situation.

She was taken in for a CAT scan last Friday, and they found two serious
problems: something, probably cancer, thickening and constricting the
windpipe, and something growing in the nasal/sinus area.

We had been warned that the trachial tubes used for the biopsies could
exacerbate the swelling in the windpipe area. Sure enough, by Saturday,
she
was clearly having major breathing difficuties and hadn't eaten for two
days,
including the mandatory 12 hour fast prior to the scan. I ran her into
the
regular vet for steroid injections, which seem to usually be an elixir for
the
cats.

By Sunday she was eating a little, and on Monday she wolfed down anything
we'd
put in front of her. She lumbered outside and happily spent both Monday
and
Tuesday sitting in the garden, getting nice and dirty.

Tuesday the dreaded results were confirmed: two different forms of cancer
in
the two areas, quite virulent. Wednesday the vet and I decided that
treatment
was unlikely to yield positive results, and that it wasn't even worth the
effort to see my oncologist. We decided to start her on Prednisone pills
for
the rest of her life, which he told me might be two weeks. We made the
decision that when things deteriorated to the level of Saturday, it would
be
the appropriate time to end things.

Last evening she suddenly took a turn for the worse. Happily that's the
vet's
late evening, so I ran her in for steroid shots, fluids, and vitamin
shots.
She came home, and didn't move all night from the position where I put
her.
Didn't look at any food, including a can of people chicken and a can of
people
mackeral. She didn't seem to want any affection, and was still breathing
with
difficulty.

I took her outside and put her in the sun on her favorite chair, took a
couple last pictures, and called the vet. I had previously put a blank
check
in her file with instructions to use it and just leave the receipt in the
file, so that I wouldn't have to do anything but leave. I drove over and
said
goodbye. Unfortunately, I had to sign the euthanasia authorization, but
it
was quick.

Banana was a sweetheart. I never regretted taking her home, enjoyed
having
her, but hadn't considered her one of my truly special cats. But she grew
on
me over those years, and the last year or two I really developed a
fondness
for her. She was loved, and will be missed.

Art

You really did all you could do to save her. I'm so very sorry for your
loss.
Hugs and purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Arthur Shapiro" wrote in message
...
This is a sad morning.
snip

I'm sorry to hear this, we'll light a candle for Banana Simian and for you.

Hazel Az

"Arthur Shapiro" wrote in message
...
This is a sad morning.

I'd written about Banana's respiratory problems, which briefly turned into
pneumonia. While antibiotics had cleared the latter up very quickly, the
labored, wheezy breathing remained. Daily respiratory treatments failed
to
improve the situation.

She was taken in for a CAT scan last Friday, and they found two serious
problems: something, probably cancer, thickening and constricting the
windpipe, and something growing in the nasal/sinus area.

We had been warned that the trachial tubes used for the biopsies could
exacerbate the swelling in the windpipe area. Sure enough, by Saturday,
she
was clearly having major breathing difficuties and hadn't eaten for two
days,
including the mandatory 12 hour fast prior to the scan. I ran her into
the
regular vet for steroid injections, which seem to usually be an elixir for
the
cats.

By Sunday she was eating a little, and on Monday she wolfed down anything
we'd
put in front of her. She lumbered outside and happily spent both Monday
and
Tuesday sitting in the garden, getting nice and dirty.

Tuesday the dreaded results were confirmed: two different forms of cancer
in
the two areas, quite virulent. Wednesday the vet and I decided that
treatment
was unlikely to yield positive results, and that it wasn't even worth the
effort to see my oncologist. We decided to start her on Prednisone pills
for
the rest of her life, which he told me might be two weeks. We made the
decision that when things deteriorated to the level of Saturday, it would
be
the appropriate time to end things.

Last evening she suddenly took a turn for the worse. Happily that's the
vet's
late evening, so I ran her in for steroid shots, fluids, and vitamin
shots.
She came home, and didn't move all night from the position where I put
her.
Didn't look at any food, including a can of people chicken and a can of
people
mackeral. She didn't seem to want any affection, and was still breathing
with
difficulty.

I took her outside and put her in the sun on her favorite chair, took a
couple last pictures, and called the vet. I had previously put a blank
check
in her file with instructions to use it and just leave the receipt in the
file, so that I wouldn't have to do anything but leave. I drove over and
said
goodbye. Unfortunately, I had to sign the euthanasia authorization, but
it
was quick.

Banana was a sweetheart. I never regretted taking her home, enjoyed
having
her, but hadn't considered her one of my truly special cats. But she grew
on
me over those years, and the last year or two I really developed a
fondness
for her. She was loved, and will be missed.

Art